For a month, let’s celebrate romantic love in all its complexity, between joy and sadness, empowerment and conflicts, life and death.
Even under the weight of manliness – being from another era, on top of that – and constantly under restrictions, unconventional love can, has and will express himself in Hiwatari Kei’s heart.
So, what story do you want to read?
Send any prompt from this “June of fluffy Feverwhump” list + any other character and I will write a romantic short story between them and Commissioner Hiwatari
Any pairing is welcome. If you have a preference regarding whether it’s a blossoming or established relationship, feel free to say so.
According to the event creators’ wishes, I will avoid censoring myself and will orient the end results toward whump and hurt/comfort as much as possible. Fluff might happen. Consider yourself warned~
Prompts are welcome for the entire month of june 2026.
Kickoff event request: Kosuke holding Kei's hand /////
A hand grabbed his own, a look of determination could be seen in the other’s eyes.
“I just wanted you to know Hiwatari-san that I won’t let you go…”
Looking into Kosuke’s eyes, Kei responded after a few minutes. “I believe I never said I was going anywhere, Niwa-san.”“You say that, Hiwatari-san…But, sometimes it seems like you might disappear one of these days.” There’s a look of concern in his eyes as he spoke.
“You never seem to ask for help and I know it’s a bit much to ask this of you…I want to be there for you.”
This is an official communication. Fyeahiwatarikei wishes to affirm that Satoshi Hiwatari is recognised as Commissioner Hiwatari's favoured child. This takes into consideration their mutual history and remains valid despite any future development or sequel in media or other narrative forms that may suggest otherwise.
Please consider that no other child, regardless of whether they have been bullied, harassed or generally annoyed by Commissioner Hiwatari, will be as loved as aforementioned Satoshi. Furthermore, any headcanon or interpretation published by fyeahiwatarikeidottumblrdotcom will always and forever see him as his beloved adopted son, for whom he would sacrifice his life if circumstances required it.
This unique privilege will only be – reluctantly – reconsidered in the event of compelling, irrefutable and explicit evidence within the official canon.*
Thank you for your understanding. Satoshi love on planet earth. 🩵
* Any remarks from Commissioner Hiwatari that may suggest strong affection for another child, whether made in jest or as a tease, will not be regarded as conclusive nor official evidence of such claims.
You opened the apartment with your spare key. You only did this because he had been "too busy to hear you" in the past, despite being within earshot of the doorbell. Not that you doubt your very compliant boy. Besides, he had told you that "you don't need [him] unlocking the door for you since you have a spare key anyway." He doesn't understand that in that sentence, what you truly need isn't just the door being unlocked, but being welcomed by him... with that cold gaze of him and almost disappointed sigh of "Father"... anyway!
You checked every room; he's not in his room, his kitchen, or the little corner he turned into a makeshift office. Krad? No. Everything is in order. Then where--
--that's when you heard it. Faint, but very clear. It was coming from the laundry area at the very back. You follow the sound and--
"Meow?"
And then he sees you looking. He is horrified. Mortified, even. He clears his throat, refusing to let you relish in his reaction, stubborn even in open embarrassment.
"Before you say anything else, Father, Tsubasa is not mine. A classmate left him for me to watch for a few hours."
--
haha up to you if you wanna do something with this but HAVE A KEI WALKING INTO A MEOWING SATOSHI.
Nothing to add, everything is said. What a mental image...!
Well, well, figures I cannot tolerate seeing my grandsons walking around like this. You two, take these… (He hands them large, full shopping bags and a gift card each, in case they decide to display personalities unrelated to oversized t-shirts for the first time in three generations.)
And I’ll have a word with your parents, if you don't mind; who lives in a house like this?
Link to clean panels of Maki and Tou Hiwatari from DDNAngels, free to use and edit, enjoy, mwah!
As if the two teenagers had been ripped open, they spoke, more and more, words pouring with increasing intensity and cadence, spilling between them as no one attempts to pick them up. Their whispered words, exchanged in an intimacy that only proved their twinship, soon turned towards him, in an attempt at an explanation, an excuse, then what he expected and waited for: a demand.
In the meantime, he remained still, focussed, waiting for the water to boil. One of the boys even displayed a picture on his smartphone as an illustration of his words: an old thing he had stopped thinking about decades if not more ago. Where had they even found that? This had been a failure, caused by his own lack of power and creative skills, devoid of both meaningful potential and artistic merit. In its time, no one but a particularly indulgent Hikari had paid any attention to it, before it got discarded. Interesting…
So, at this moment, it worked…? It worked and had brought him these two little… fellows?
Two things: either these two were artworks under human appearances, which would explain a lot, including their desire to receive an important item that apparently now functioned as a portal… or they were members of the Hikari family taking advantage of the portal to visit from elsewhere. Which led him to two questions, that depended on their true nature.
What would be the most efficient way to destroy them?
Or were there more Hikaris behind the portal, ready to be brought in this version of Azumano to save his son?
Water boiled, and the boys begged. They were right before him, at his mercy, imploring for his help and for one moment, it became clear as day: only heirs of the Hikari family would do such a thing. He stopped the kettle and turned to grab three teacups, swallowing with difficulty as he repressed the proud, cruel delight that had overwhelmed him at this thought. It had been a while and he had gotten excited, that was it. It happened.
“The most surprising element in your story is that you would come to me first, you two.”
Why hadn’t they approached Satoshi, instead, assuming they were telling the truth? Because they were scared of him, as guilty artworks that would have received immediate punishment? If they thought Kei was the generous creator instead of his son, they were severely mistaken: when Rio had died, asking Kei to change his role and identity, only destructors had remained.
The possibility that Satoshi had only shut the door into their faces also remained prevalent.
To prove the boys’ true nature, a simple, but not easily executable verification existed… He served the tea, observing their stances, mannerisms, the way they stood and communicated with each other.
“It sounds like you already know where this… ‘portal’, you say, is located. May I ask where, exactly?”
He would need to touch them and analyse their magic constitution, which would require time and either force or stealth. Except that they were two, grown enough to resist, constantly watching each other’s backs, and he was not eager to show them that he could use magic himself. He could also bring them home for the night, housing these distant “relatives” in immense generosity to take advantage of their sleep to pry a little…
“And, if you want to make this functional again under my guidance, you will need to use your… skills.”
He nodded with a knowing look, prudently bringing tea to his lips. If they really were what they pretended to be, they would display the required abilities. Otherwise, if they were impersonating artworks, the truth would immediately become obvious.
Third option, although less plausible as these two seemed knowledgeable: they were ordinary teenage boys toying with him, and he would give them the scolding of the century, a serious questioning they would never forget, the pair of police officers bringing them home treatment and community service.
“Here is your choice: I am letting you rest at my apartment for the evening, where you can have the leisure to tell me everything about you two and where you come from, or we are immediately heading to this mysterious location and helping your… friend.”
Or this was the official version. What mattered at the moment was keeping them at hand and figuring the truth behind these seemingly innocent, familiar traits.
🍵🍵 Thanks for the tea, Hiwatari-san. I must admit I'm... pleasantly surprised you finally agreed to meet with me in public. N-not that there's anything suspicious about---I just mean you're a very private person.
Herbal Tea Event
“Niwa-san, have you ever considered that the issue lies elsewhere? That some individuals do not mind the p r i v a c y itself, but the view and perception others could have, may their personal life be unveiled? That, in the life of a man, the most dangerous enemy is not what lies within, but how drastically an existence could suffer, had anyone else access to it? I do understand how that can sound ironical in our situation in particular, however…”
This afternoon couldn’t have been better, as the gentle sunlight of spring caressed their skin, far from the blazing summer beast that awaited them, a brief moment of respite in the unbridled course of time. Niwa Kosuke hadn’t touched his tea yet, and had no idea what he was missing.
Everything felt pleasant,
promising,
impartial, even a discussion that Kei still, deep down, knew would lead to nothing, no progress, no agreement, no solution to help their sons as u s u a l …
“Are you familiar with the philosopher who once wrote that ‘Man is a wolf to man’? It would be simple to agree, and deduce that humans are destined to curse and hate each other, yet it would neglect to consider another fact: that ‘a king without diversion is a very wretched man’.”
He shut his eyes, taking another sip from his cup (who could have guessed that talking so much did make one’s mouth dry…?) Around them, despite the calm and remote little square they had picked, a few passersby walked without any care in the world. Their voices failed to break the peaceful atmosphere, instead melting harmoniously with the familiar chirping of urban birds.
“So, let’s entertain each other a little longer, if you don’t mind. You and I, hopeful, against the void that is existence, together.”
At a class event where your son's class decided to do an Alice-themed tea party.
Your son stands off to the side with his poofy, long-sleeved shirt, matching vest and trousers, and bunny ears, making his displeasure clearly known with a sour expression on his face.
A brunette dressed in blue with a huge black ribbon on her hair walks by with a tea pot. When she notices him, she amicably approaches your boy. "Ah, Hiwatari-kun, tea?"
One of his fan girls? You wonder.
"I don't need it," you barely hear him mutter before walking away. The girl's sweet demeanor quickly burns to cinders. Her eyes like fire follows him out the door. Oh. Not a fan girl.
"Need? Need?!" she started muttering to herself. "I wasn't offering 'cuz I thought he needed it! Who drinks tea purely out of need?! That huge a--oh! Oh--" she notices you looking and figures you've seen the whole interaction. "H-hi, Sir. Didn't see you standing there hehe. You must be Hiwatari-kun's dad~ You look so much alike after all--not that you have a terrible frowny face like h--I mean, a-anywho! I wasn't bad mouthing your son AT ALL. hehe. hehehe... err... t-tea?"
Herbal Tea Event
Well, well. That sure was a scene to witness, for a father who couldn’t help but wonder how daily interactions with classmates went. Even if the awkward costumes had remained (he had taken a souvenir picture when Satoshi was looking elsewhere, hehe.) this was infinitely better than the awful “play” the class had set up a few months ago. How could these children have such a taste for ridicule? Even though, in that case, it could be quite enjoyable～ Bunny ears, really?
When the young lady turned to him, he threw a circular glance at the room, in a brief second of calculated worry. Nothing more unpredictable than a woman’s anger; however, several classmates and visitors surrounded them, forcing her to tone any reaction down.
Or so he thought, as she approached, chirpy and almost apologetic. She was bold, for sure. Most in her place would have chosen to escape and wait for the situation to be forgotten by its audience. Between a torrent of confused words, she even… offered tea?
“Certainly,” he gracefully responded. He could never say no to an antagonistic hot-blooded young lady who had said Satoshi looked just like him! Also for safety reasons. “Nice to meet you. And don’t worry, I have spent years trying to fix that frowny face of his; in vain, as you could notice! I do hope it is not an everyday inconvenience…”
🍵 I don't think we've ever met. You can call me Daiki. And you are..?
Herbal Tea Event
Daiki… san…? It did ring a bell…
“Nice to meet you, I’m Hiwatari. I look forward to getting to know you.”
Kei sat down in front of the man and bowed slightly, relieved to let his legs rest after the long walk that had led him to this ancient teahouse. He had heard about this place, about the refined beverages only they offered to their customers, but the quiet familiarity that would immediately greet him had never been part of the recommendation.
With an assured, polite hand gesture only a regular could display, Daiki-san designated the cup of tea that matched his own and had waited for their new guest. The charming tableware, all in sober and elegant dark colours, let the deep green shade of the drink and the lovely sweet treat that awaited on the side shine. His host himself, an elegant and composed older gentleman, seemed like a paragon of quiet hospitality that didn’t conceal the sharp glint of intelligence in his eyes. Kei was charmed, and forgot his soreness instantly.
However, where had he seen this man before…?
“This is my first time coming here; I hope you can teach me local customs.”
Carefully bringing the cup to his lips, Kei listened as the only other patron was getting ready to leave and exchanged a few words with the waiter. His gaze, out of politeness, remained in front of him as Daiki-san reassured him: this place was nothing special and he would get used to it soon enough. They inquired about each other’s place of residence – Azumano, nothing interesting – and how they had learnt about this tearoom’s existence – via friends, a long time ago in Daiki-san’s case, nothing interesting.
Even the man’s voice seemed familiar: he had definitely seen him, not so long ago. These thoughts almost distracted Kei from the tea’s sweet taste which, coupled with one of his favourite treats still waiting on the side, could have promised a delightful evening, had it not been for the intense scan of his memories in search of every event he had recently attended.
Suddenly, he remembered. Sentence after sentence, Daiki-san had brought the discussion towards their cultural hobbies, their recent leisure excursions, the latest museum exhibits… It all followed a script that, despite the man’s skilful camouflage, Kei was too familiar with to ignore: his venerable companion was leading him towards specific topics which, ironically, betrayed him.
“Excuse me, Daiki-san, but we have met before, haven’t we?”
“I don’t recall,” the other man responded in the purest incarnation of forgetful innocence.
“I’m sure you do,” Kei insisted, before pausing, blinking in confusion to have let such accusatory words slip out. Was he getting too relaxed? “I mean, you attended the Bashō retrospective vernissage, didn’t you?”
They exchanged a smile.
“Have we crossed paths then?”
“Your face seemed familiar; I can now explain why.”
Kei relaxed his shoulders, satisfied to both settle that and meet a likeminded individual for the evening. Imperceptibly, the latter also seemed to embrace relief: great minds think alike.
🍵🍵 Please, help yourself to some tea, Commissioner. I may be Director of the APD, but I see no reason not to be comfortable during performance reviews! Now... let's discuss the past year...
Herbal Tea Event
Performance reviews have always gone by like breezes, as playing pretend has always been Kei’s strongest skill. What was so difficult in putting on a professional persona and sprinkling additional confidence for an hour? He – and, he assumed, everyone else – did this every day, 6 days a week.
Decent explanations for the latest disappointments had been mentally prepared, extra care in tying his tie in his strictest knot had been applied, additional confidence had been sprinkled: he had never been so ready. When he met Kuramochi for his evaluation, summoning his best smile required absolutely no effort, and their exchange starting off on pleasant grounds, with tea and questions devoid of animosity.
Attempting to corner him was not Kuramochi’s style; indeed, the reasonable gentleman tended to let his interlocutors talk and open up, only reigniting the discussion when needed or asking sharp questions to deepen an interesting topic mentioned in passing. Kei swam in lukewarm, familiar waters, free to lead the exchange towards flattering directions while avoiding embarrassing topics, encouraged by tea and the man’s discreet demeanour.
Naturally, Kei was responsible for his men and their failures, thus their most recent concern (someone, under someone else’s supervision, had caused a power generator to explode, causing half of an official building to burn to the ground) had to be considered, but the whole event’s accidental nature (at least that was what the person in charge had told a rather annoyed Kei during his report) and the damaged building being vacant helped tremendously. Kuramochi nodded when Kei mentioned the temporary dismissal Kobayashi – oops – had received as punishment.
However, as if fate had decided to press on Kei’s little slip of the tongue, the conversation went downhill from there. When prompted to explain his goals for the upcoming years, he lost ground, his smile faltered for no obvious reason. He caught himself, reaffirmed his desire to always improve efficiency and coordination between each gear of the machine they polished together, but he also hesitated, thoughts evading consciousness, allowing undesirable ones to come. At one point, he alluded to Satoshi, which didn’t pass unnoticed: Kuramochi asked for more details more curtly than necessary.
Kei’s well-prepared long-winded speech about the Commander’s crucial role in the most unique case in their history disappeared, replaced by a more honest, less acceptable version.
Kuramochi and Kei both knew that the entire Azumano Police Department was not making progress, discouraging officers assigned to the case despite Inspector Saehara’s best efforts, which only sabotaged general trust in higher-ups. Other Tokyo districts saw them as incompetent and the professional future of everyone involved in the matter would have been put on halt, if Kuramochi and his awareness of the situation hadn’t manually brought fairness amongst workers.
Kei desperately tried to thank him for his support, but the damage had been done when Satoshi had appeared in the discussion.
“This son of yours should be dismissed. The ‘Hikari’ you claim as our best solution are continuously proving to be useless.”
“We both know we have no better option.”
“And we both know you may be blinded on this topic.”
Kuramochi’s tone was unlike himself, and Kei’s joined hands tensed in a desperate attempt to maintain his confused mind afloat.
“You are a capable man, ‘Hiwatari’. Find a solution, whether it involves the child or not.”
Capable or not, Elm Root was unable to catch the Phantom Thief by himself, and Satoshi’s health was decreasing with each passing year. He had considered the possibility of them drowning, but so early in their careers…? He dropped his gaze, at a loss for words.
“No debate on this question: dogs are affectionate, dependent and in constant need of attention. They require a steady schedule, regular moments spent outside and can be trained to bite whoever shows up uninvited at your house… Which means Satoshi should adopt a cat.”
Besides, a cat adopting a cat would be adorable.
“Even if the honest right answer is ‘no pet at all’.”
A cat’s alter ego killing the other cat after getting attached would perhaps ruin the lovely imagery.
🍵 - Tea for Kei with a conversation between him and Satoshi (mayhaps on who Satoshi's real father is if you know what I mean~ Whether or not it gets interrupted by outside interference is up to you~)
Herbal Tea Event
“Your father’s identity has remained secret according to your mother’s decisions. Should I really violate her will?”
The boy took his time to observe, deducing the most intelligent response in that scenario. Little did he know that, at this moment, his father was perfectly honest: this was not a rhetorical question.
Whether Satoshi wanted to go against his mother was up to him, at his own risk. Would he dare lift the veil on the comfortable lie she had woven around him even before he was born, in desperate hope he could escape from at least one cruel part of his own identity?
“Yes.”
Hikari Rio had always been an idealist, a trait that had sadly been transmitted to her beloved, most precious creation. She had only known Satoshi as a compliant little boy, with no way to guess that he would reach an age of unknowingly yet actively seeking self-hatred. She had not concealed this piece of information out of malice, contrary to what Satoshi seemed to believe, but with the ridiculous desire that the day the centuries-old curse that plagued their family would disappear, leaving Satoshi bare, alone, fully human, free to leave everything behind, from ancestors to expectations, and decide for himself. Artworks weren’t free – this was an exclusive human possibility.
Kei’s smile widened, laughter almost spreading from his chest. The disaster was complete. Of course, of course this growing boy, too intelligent, too curious, too helpless to accept that a parent could know better would refuse to stay in the dark. He had already questioned his “father” before, in vain; his next attack was nothing but a matter of time.
“Alright. What did she ever tell you about him?”
“Nothing relevant. Share everything you know.”
Oh, his distress would be immeasurable. The poor boy hadn’t managed to investigate enough to collect the necessary information, and what would he be left with? The knowledge that his father had been younger than him when he had been conceived.
“Can anyone blame her for wanting to protect you from an unbearable weight?”
“I’m not blaming her.”
He had better not, given the numerous failures her protective measures had been. How much resentment would he however feel, at the end of their little discussion? Satoshi’s face remained impenetrable.
Why was Kei even talking at all? The tiny alarm, the one that warned about imminent, mortal danger, did ring within, but so subdued he somehow was able to ignore it entirely. Would his son try and kill him? Would he accidentally destroy him?
Was this the end?
“She chose me.”
Yet, he spoke, and even let go of the delicious cup of tea, sweet just as he loved them, he had been holding – just in case. Just in case something had to happen. Nervousness rose within, a tiny, forgettable wave of nothing: the moment was not right, the situation was not right. Control was almost lost, and he hardly cared. Perhaps that frightened him the most. He had to… To do what?
“Why?” the latter asked. His face, his tone struggled to remain both neutral and indifferent, yet even a blind man would have sensed his confusion, his mind racing to put puzzle pieces back together. In vain, as he was missing the most important one.
This was the wrong question. Kei held the last piece that was their shared inhuman nature tightly pressed within a fist that would have only opened under the correct string of questions. Self-preservation kicked in.
“She wanted you more than anything.” This wasn’t the entire truth. Nor a lie.
Elm Root’s curse was not activating, indicating that sudden filial love hadn’t overwhelmed his son after this revelation. Perfect. Everyone’s interests remained in the belief that both parents were disgusting beings, that some past events were not worth examining. This entire situation felt vile, vile and exhilarating.
“No reasonable boy would want to hear about such things,” he added, sweat beading on his forehead. Why did he feel such urge to laugh in the face of death?
🍵 You look tired---I mean, like you need something stronger than tea, sir.
Herbal Tea Event
Confused, mind wandering in a comfortable cotton cloud, Kei hardly turns his head to glance at the newcomer interrupting his meditative tea session. Even his eyelids feel heavy, dangerously threatening to stop responding.
“Something like you, you mean…?”
Unsure about the taste and whether it should happen in front of their colleagues, but he’ll make do.
🍵 Elm Root, why do you consume these foul human concoctions?
Herbal Tea Event
“Calling one of the most ancient, elaborate and culturally interesting beverages a ‘foul concoction’ sure is a philistine choice.”
He would not expect someone with no body to ever understand carnal pleasures, anyway.
“So, are you just going to stand there all evening? There is enough for two.”
However, he wouldn’t mind if Krad fought his instincts and decided to try this one out in particular... How could Kei have been so naive and expect him to just drink…?
🍵- "How's the tea, it's not bad is it?" The inspector also takes a sip.
"Has an interesting taste though..."
Herbal Tea Event
The tea tasted surprisingly sweet despite Kei having added no sugar – could it be that Saehara had noticed his sweet tooth and anticipated his desires?
Said man stared down at his own cup, brows furrowed in confusion as if the thing had started talking in the middle of its consumption. No way this man could have guessed the embarrassing tastes his boss carefully kept secret…
Which meant this tea was naturally soft and sweet? Kei definitely had to keep it on hand, as it could easily become his favourite. Doubt was probably more appropriate as a response, however…
“Absolutely delicious.”
That was not… what he had planned to say.
“Where did you find it, again?”
“Gift.”
Kei’s eyes darted to the other man’s face, that seemed as surprised as he was.
“It was a gift, Commissioner,” Saehara cautiously corrected. Which was infinitely better, even if he had to admit this beverage was more than relaxing. Tension even faded between his shoulders with each passing second, and it seemed like the thoughts he had tried to escape from by accepting Saehara’s invitation for a break had lightened. There was a time for everything and, at this moment, tea was the best option in this world.
